Female Voice: I don't understand how you can be okay with this.

[The camera fades up to what would appear to be a generic office. Generic
pictures of the Chicago skyline adorn the walls. L-PRO posters seem to
have been recent additions and will likely take the space over in time. A
man sits at the stripped bare desk with his face buried in... a phone
book? Do they still make those?]

Female Voice: The audacity of that man to back out.

[Her target in question continues to read the phone book. And we looked
it up, yes, they still make phone books. But that’s not important. The
important part is the identity of this unknown female. Dressed in a long
sleeve navy top and faded blue jeans is the Woman, the Myth, the Legend,
Amy Marshall. Her long red hair flows like fire, almost as if it
were tied to her temper.]

AM: O'Connor decides he's too good for this tournament and they go and
find you another opponent. You know just as well as I do that you have
every right to claim a bye. He basically forfeited. The utter disrespect
of that man.

Male Voice: That's hardly the point, Amy.

AM: Then educate me, Kyle. What is the point? And why are you reading the
[MEEP]ing phone book?

[The phone book lowers, revealing the man in the chair, the Cautionary
Tale, the Bastard with Amazing Hair, "The Doomsayer" Kyle Lee. He's in
his ring gear plus the ubiquitous BAND black T-shirt.]

KL: Well. answer number one to question number one, O'Connor is going to
do what he's going to do. He's being a bastard about it and I can't say I
don't respect him in that way. But asking for a bye does no one any
favors. Not me, not the fans, not you.

AM: Me?

KL: Yes, you. I know your anxious to get out there in your new manager
role.

AM: [Smiling] Career growth is a plus.

KL: And whoever the mystery opponent is I'll have to be on my toes. Its
pretty ideal for my first match back in L-Pro. Be prepared for
everything. Get a win. Get some momentum. Get ready for the second round.
Show off my manager.

AM: Quit sweet talking. Answer question number two.

KL: The phone book? Well, some things are universal.

AM: [Rolling her eyes] Answer the question without a UWF pun.

KL: No, no. This goes back to my days in Fighting Spirit. When I was
stuck in another dimension...

AM: So, you're not going to answer the question seriously.

KL: There are codes written into the phone book, Amy. The key to my
survival and return from that dark mirror universe...

AM: See, I can't tell if you're being serious or not.

[There comes a knock on the door. A second later, a nameless production
assistant sweeps in to hand Lee a piece of paper. He leans forward in his
chair to take the paper. As Lee opens the note and reads, the PA waits
nervously.]

KL: Seriously?

[The PA nods and then exits as quickly as possible.]

AM: What is it?

KL: The name of my mystery opponent.

[Amy takes the note and reads it.

The atmosphere grows dark. The temperature drops. The fiery redhead's
aura builds into rage.]

AM: WHAT THE F-

[Cut into the image of an empty warehouse. Dingy industrial
lights shine down on the scene, stripped down and hollow from the inside
out. In the background "Born For This" by the Score plays, and the slow,
rhythmic beat scores the moment as in sped-up time lapsed motion the
warehouse begins to transform. A wrestling ring is erected first,
followed by barriers surrounding the ring and more as the lyrics kick
in.]

# I believe, I believe #
# We can write our story #
# I believe, I believe #
# We can be an army #

[A flash of light fills the screen while the chorus of the song kicks in,
and a logo soon comes into focus. That of LEGACY Pro Wrestling, with
newer footage from last week's show mixed in with some past action.]

# We are the warriors, who learned to love the pain #
# We come from different places but have the same name #
# 'Cause we were born for this #
# We are the broken ones, who chose to spark a flame #
# Watch as our fire rages, our hearts are never tame #
# 'Cause we were, 'cause we were, #
# 'Cause we were, 'cause we were born for this #
# We were born for this #

[Another flash of light brings us to the logo for the show, LEGACY Pro
Wrestling's Saturday Night Breakout.]

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O              LEGACY Pro Arena >-< June 6th, 2020

[Dissolve through from the intro package to the interior of the new L-PRO
Arena in downtown Chicago, Illinois. The nondescript warehouse has been
retrofitted to serve the purposes of the restarted promotion as evidenced
by the pans across from side to side of the building. Up high along the
four walls of the building are sprawling metal catwalks, from which hang
large banners bearing the L-PRO logo. A loud cheer from the capacity
crowd of a shade over 1500 people on hand for tonight's event, and a
furious lighting display swirls spotlights all over the crowd. Through
the noise comes Matthew Westley's voice:]

MW: Hello wrestling fans, good evening and welcome to Chicago, Illinois!
Welcome to Saturday Night Breakout! Tonight we take not one but two steps
forward to crowning the first L-PRO Heavyweight Champion!

[The setup is simple and familiar; at the stage area a large screen
dominates the scene with entrances from the locker room on each side. The
large stage itself sits a few feet off the floor and gives way to a
slight ramp that leads down the aisleway towards the ring. The ringside
area is surrounded by solid black dasher boards holding back the fans,
most of whom are cheering loudly at the top of their lungs.]

MW: As you saw right at the start of the show, former UWF Heavyweight
Champion of the World "Doomsayer" Kyle Lee is set to compete tonight in
the tournament, and although _WE_ don't know who he's facing, it would
appear that _HE_ does.

CJ: And whoever it is, his woman's all hot and bothered by it.

MW: Amy Marshall, who we just found out is also Kyle Lee's new manager,
didn't seem pleased at all by whoever's name was on that note. As you may
recall, we're in this position because Pablo O'Connor last week refused
to take part in the tournament altogether, leaving a spot open.

TL: Yeah and just let me add, an angry Marshall is not a good thing. But
I'm really interested in seeing how Amy does as Kyle's new manager here.

[Cut to the announce position now, where the three commentators are in
place now.]

MW: Hello everybody, Matthew Westley here and joined of course by
"Hollywood" Cody Jones and Tom Landis, and we're looking to get tonight
going quickly. Kyle's match is coming up first here, but first let's find
out exactly who it is that he's going to be taking on here.

[We cut to a t-shirt.

Well, not a disembodied t-shirt floating in the air on its own,
obviously. We can see from the fingertips holding onto each shoulder,
keeping it in place in front of the camera, that it's a t-shirt being
held up by someone just out of view. Probably the someone whose name is
on the shirt, but we'll get to that in a moment.

It's a black shirt, size XL so as to better highlight the words on
camera, and all the lettering is in a fire engine red. On the front,
which we're currently looking at, is the L-PRO logo and the man's name,
around which circle the words "LEEDS BORN, LEEDS BRED". After a brief
moment so the design can be taken in, the hands start to spin the shirt
around, allowing us to see what's on the back while still leaving the
fabric to obscure the camera shot and not show us who's there behind the
shirt. Once we're around to the back, we see in that same bright red "A
LEGACY OF PRIDE".

Then, suddenly, the hands and the shirt come down out of the way, and we
see the man whose name is on the shirt - the man who is a very familiar
sight to any longer term wrestling fans of the 90s and 2000s, and
obviously the man who has replaced Pablo O'Connor as the #6 seed in
tonight's big title tournament match.

Seated on a long wooden bench in front of a row of lockers, dressed for
action in just moments from now, we see Daniel Kidd.]

DK: It's been a long time, wrestling fans. A long time, and I decide to
step back into action against Kyle Lee.

[Kidd, older than when we last saw him but still looking in pretty decent
shape, lets out a quick exhale, something between a sigh and a chuckle.]

DK: No one ever accused me of dreaming small, did they? I come out of
semi-retirement, they ask me how I want to debut, and do I ask for some
prelim guy to get my legs under me? Do I try to hide myself in a battle
royal? No, I go right at the Doomsayer, with a shot at gold on the line.

The obvious question to ask is, why?

[Kidd, showing he's knocked off the promo rust though he has not yet had
a chance to demonstrate his lack of ring rust, pauses for just long
enough after asking a rhetorical question to draw the viewer in before he
answers.]

DK: Why on two counts, that is. Why come back at all, when I've got money
in the bank and a happy family? And why in this big a match, against this
good an opponent? And the answer is simple.

My kids are getting older now, and my oldest is now at the age where she
wants to see daddy wrestle. They've pretty much always known what I did
for a living, but I don't think they understood how special being a pro
wrestler was. But they're starting to, and they're starting to want to
see it for themselves.

[Kidd's face betrays something longtime UWF fans would be shocked to see
there - seemingly genuine emotion. He's not coming across as cocky, not
gloating - if anything, you might peg him as "wistful".]

DK: And my God, what the heck am I supposed to show them? Am I supposed
to show them my mates and I stealing a ring, hoisting it into the air,
and preening like a bunch of jackasses? Is that the role model I'm
supposed to show them? Or should I show them one of a dozen times I
jumped their Uncle Alex from behind and tried to put him on the injured
list? How do I explain that?

Over two decades ago, I remember being the hot young junior heavyweight
in a UWF locker room full of what seemed like impossibly old men -
dinosaurs. I remember Brewster Cogburn of all people telling me to
smarten up, that it was never too late to rewrite your own legacy. I
thought he was the oldest, most out of touch man I ever heard.

He was three years younger than I am now.

[There's another seemingly genuine facial expression from Dan Kidd, this
time just a hint of shock, surprise that somehow this much time has
passed and he's as old as he is in the blink of an eye.]

DK: So here I am, in L-PRO. I'm here to prove that it's not too late to
write a legacy. I'm here to prove to all the kids in the back, and to my
own kids at home, how to go about your business in the right away. And it
all starts tonight, when I go out there in front of the great fans of
Chicago, I give Kyle Lee as much as he can handle, and win, lose, or
draw, I walk out with my head held high. You'd better be ready, L-PRO.
You'd sure better be ready, Lee.

[Kidd raises a single clenched fist, his right one, up in front of his
face in a show of preparedness to fight, holding it there expertly framed
at the center of the shot.]

Because I finally am.

[Cut to the live arena now, reacting to the identity of Kyle Lee's
opponent with loud, shocked murmurs as well as a decidedly mixed chorus
of booing with cheers.]

MW: And this is a major, major shock to see! Daniel Kidd, known worldwide
as one of the stalwarts of professional wrestling dating back to the mid-
nineties, is throwing his hat into the ring here in L-PRO!

TL: Speaking for someone who's known Daniel Kidd for close to twenty-five
years now I'm certain he hasn't taken this step lightly. And I don't
think he's going to go into this match without a gameplan of some sort.

CJ: He's a legend, but I don't understand why he's coming back.
Especially if he's as soft as it sounds like from that.

MW: Did you not listen to what he said? He's apparently here to rewrite
his legacy, and from the sounds of it to make amends.

TL: Like I said, I fully expect he's coming into this match against Kyle
Lee with a gameplan. What that gameplan is, I guess we're about to find
out.
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L-PRO MEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE TOURNAMENT FIRST ROUND MATCH:
"Doomsayer" Kyle Lee [3] versus Daniel Kidd [6]
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["The Angry Mob" by the Kaiser Chiefs comes over the PA system to a
loudly mixed pop from the L-PRO crowd, and soon the one and only Daniel
Kidd emerges from the back. He's definitely older than the last time he
was active, but make no mistake it's still Dan. He wears a look of
determination on his face as he looks over the audience, and the slightly
pro response has him smiling just slightly. Before heading down towards
the ring he turns to look over at his contemporary at the announce booth,
and then begins to walk down to ringside with a purpose.]

BC: Ladies and gentlemen, your first match of the evening is scheduled
for one fall, and is a first round match in the L-PRO Championship
Tournament!

Introducing first, now residing from Tampa, Florida, and weighing in
at two hundred and fifteen pounds...

DAAAAAAANIEEEEEEEEEELLLLLL KIIIIIIIIIDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!

[The wrestling veteran makes his way down the ramp, eyes straight ahead
and focused for the most part. The cocky attitude Dan was known for is
nowhere in sight, and he even tags a few outstretched hands before
climbing up the ringsteps once he's there. Dressed in a simple black
singlet with red trim and black boots, he steps through the ropes with
cautioned approach.]

CJ: Man, did he get a lobotomy in the last decade or something? It looks
like he lost his mojo... or maybe that's what he WANTS us to think.

MW: It's not that hard to wonder if his more humble approach is purely an
act considering the long, long resume of despicable things he's done
before. But at the same time, Daniel Kidd does seem to be more contrite.

TL: What a story it'd make if Dan somehow did the unthinkable and pulled
off a huge upset in the tournament tonight.

[As Daniel nods in acknowledgment to the referee and begins to take off
the small cross on a chain around his neck, he hands it off to an
official standing at ringside and then retreats to one of the corners
facing opposite from the entrance. "Bleed For Me" by the Black Label
Society replaces his music, and the crowd explodes with a huge pop!]

BC: And his opponent! From Dallas, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and
forty pounds, accompanied by his manager AMY MARSHALL...

"DOOOOOOOOOMSAYERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" KYYYYYYYYYLE LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

[Lee enters the arena, Marshall walking out alongside him for the first
time ever as his manager, and the cheers only get louder. The former UWF
champion stares ahead, not visibly affected by the re-emergence of his
opponent for the night. The same cannot be said for his redheaded
manager, who's eyes are blazing with hatred as she marches down the
aisle.]

TL: It's been a while since I've seen THAT look on Amy's face, wow.

CJ: Like you took the last helping of stuffing at Thanksgiving?

TL: Times a million.

MW: Clearly there's no love lost here between the two, and yet it looks
like Kyle Lee is treating this like just any other match.

[As Lee and Marshall get closer to the ring, it's Daniel who watches.
Stretching out his calves as he waits, there's a recognition on his face
that he knows exactly what's brought this strong reaction from the former
announcer. Kyle steps into the ring first, Amy following right behind but
still amped up and it's actually the Texan who has to talk her down,
keeping Amy on the other side of the ring in the corner now.]

MW: Fair to say nobody expected we'd be kicking off the show tonight with
two bonafide wrestling legends squaring off, but here we are. And up for
grabs is a spot in the semi-finals.

CJ: You sure it's even going to be Kidd against Lee? It looks like
Marshall wants a piece of him herself.

[Throughout the entire time they've all been in the ring, Amy hasn't
stopped jawing at Daniel Kidd. As Lee stops and whispers something into
her ear, it seems to disarm her somewhat and he holds the ropes open for
her to step out and take up her proper place at ringside. Her face is
still storm clouds though, eyeing Daniel with a quiet rage. Soon the
referee calls for the bell to start the match.

The two veterans face off across the ring from one another, and with the
crowd reacting to the tense situation loudly, Kidd is the first to move
towards the middle of the ring, and slowly offers a hand to Kyle. The
audience reaction is fairly similar to that of Amy on the outside, but
Lee eyes it warily and takes a few seconds to decide what to do. He looks
around, out to the crowd to gauge their thoughts, then to the corner
where his manager is looking on with fire in her eyes. "Bring me his
heart!" appears to be her sentiment, if we can read lips.]

MW: We've got a standoff to start here.

TL: I can honestly say out of all the ways I expected this one to start
off, this is not one of them. Lee hasn't committed one way or another
here, that's real conflict on his face.

CJ: You mean distrust.

TL: Can you really blame him?

[Slowly it's Lee who approaches Kidd's offered hand, and despite a
sizeable portion of the crowd still trying to warn him not to, he does
indeed grasp it for a handshake. The ring mic picks up at least some of
what Lee says to Kidd: "If this isn't genuine, SHE calls the shots." His
head nods in Amy's direction, and Kidd impassively looks towards her and
only nods.]

TL: That's what I call a warning.

MW: Kyle perhaps giving Dan Kidd the benefit of the doubt here? Let's
hope it's not a mistake.

CJ: Low blow in three, two one...

[The handshake is broken, and soon the wrestlers throw themselves into an
opening lockup instead. Fiercely they go back and forth with the
advantage, and neither one gives any ground at first. Slowly it's Lee who
backs up Kidd against the ropes, and he relents when the referee steps
in. Dan rolls his arm in circular motion, testing his dexterity before
initiating another lockup, and surprises Lee with a go-behind into a
waistlock takedown to the mat. Coming up with a headlock as both men
rise, he's thrown into the far ropes but on the rebound ducks a forearm
and comes back with a leapfrog, turns around and catches Lee with a small
package attempt! 1 -- 2 -- and a kickout from Lee. Dan rolls away and
back to his feet, giving the Doomsayer the chance to get up as well.]

MW: At least for the moment, this is a battle of two technicians.

TL: They're actually pretty well matched. Kyle has a few inches and a few
pounds on Daniel, but both started off their careers as cruiserweights
and had an emphasis on aerials. But eventually Kyle made the move into
the heavyweight scene as Dan stayed in the lighter decision, and both
adjusted their style more towards technical wrestling first.

[Once again they collide, tying up but Kidd is thrown into the ropes soon
after and a forearm connects this time to rattle the English wrestler,
and opening him up for a focused attack by Lee on his back. A series of
knees leads to a standing armbar hold, but as Dan struggles to reach out
for the ropes and break the hold Lee drags him off and turns it into a
fallaway slam after a lift, sending Dan to the mat. Amy watches from the
corner with a gleam in her eye, and slaps a hand on the canvas when Kidd
rolls to the corner before Kyle can go for another cover. As Lee charges
forward Dan catches him with a sidestep and in a flash rollup from behind
Kidd scores another quick two count to a surprised pop!]

MW: Again it's those veteran instincts paying dividends for Dan, and Lee
again kicks out in time.

CJ: It's all for keeping Lee off-kilter, not knowing exactly when the
knife in the back is coming. But we all know it is.

[As Dan keeps up the pressure on Lee now, trying to roll him up quickly
again, the Doomsayer puts the breaks on and elbows Kidd in the side of
the head before hooking him with a side headlock and grinding away as Amy
again calls for Dan's blood. A neckbreaker takes the former Pridesman to
the canvas and Lee hooks a leg for a pin attempt -- 1 -- 2 -- Kickout!
Struggling to evade Lee's clutches does not go well for Dan though, as
Lee grabs him and applies pressure with a neck vice before pulling him to
a kneeling position. A pair of shots to the stomach from Kidd causes the
ex-world champion to loosen his grip, but not entirely as he adjusts and
instead plants Kidd back into the mat again with a snap DDT. Another hook
of the leg...]

MW: ONE!




TWO!





TH- Kidd kicks out!

TL: You can't count out someone as well versed as Daniel, not that
quickly at least.

CJ: It's his first match in god knows how many years though.

TL: Some things are like riding a bicycle, Ceej.

CJ: Yeah except Daniel Kidd would rather hit you in the head with a
socket wrench when you're trying to fix that bicycle.

[Lee remains in control as he brings Kidd back up to his feet again, and
starts to hook him for a suplex. But Dan blocks the attempt and delivers
a European uppercut to break his opponent's grasp, follows up with a
second and a third uppercut before a snap suplex instead takes down Lee!
Kidd floats over into a pin attempt again but before the referee can
count Lee shrugs it off and grabs for the nearest rope. Kidd is to his
feet first and hooks Lee by the waist, trying to roll him up off the
ropes but Kyle hangs on and sends Dan flying backwards. A running
shoulderblock batters the Leeds-born wrestler and Kyle grabs him quickly
to plant him into the canvas with a Michinoku Driver!]

TL: Oh wow, Golgotha Driver! That's something I haven't seen in a while!

MW: ONE!









TWO!











But Daniel Kidd reaches out and grabs the ropes!

[A disappointed pop rises from the crowd as Lee shrugs it off, and on the
floor Amy holds her thumb and forefinger an inch apart.]

CJ: Too much information.

MW: I somehow doubt that's what she's insinuating.

CJ: Hey, you never know what motivates a guy like Lee.

[Clearly starting to feel the effects of being out of the game for years,
Daniel Kidd is slow to rise this time. He's weary but not completely out
of it, pushing off Lee's attempt to grab him for an Irish whip across the
ring. But a forearm shiver rattles him and Lee sends him on his way, on
the rebound attempting to hit a clothesline. Daniel sees an opportunity
and ducks it to turn Lee inside out into a crucifix roll... but the wily
veteran Lee keeps rolling through and makes it back to his feet still
with Kidd across his shoulders. Daniel attempts to switch up into a
backslide out of it but Lee drops down and traps Kidd, kneeling on his
shoulders for another near count! Expending a lot of energy to do so, Dan
is slow to rise and Lee tries doubling him up for a piledriver.]

MW: Oh this could spell the end if Kyle Lee can deliver this... but
Daniel Kidd instead hitting a backdrop!

TL: This is what you get when you have two focused veterans, and the
chance to fight for a championship on the line. They both know this match
is the first step to potentially becoming the L-PRO Heavyweight Champion.

MW: And what's really interesting is Daniel Kidd has been wrestling this
match straight up, no deceptions. Truly not like his old self, at least
so far.

CJ: Match isn't over, Westley.

[Daniel pulls his opponent up and sends him into the ropes, timing it
perfectly land a jumping knee square into Lee's face and chest that puts
him down on the mat, dazed, but not enough that he can't roll out of the
way of an elbowdrop. Both men are back to their feet again, and as Kidd
grabs the Doomsayer with a headlock he tries to spike Lee into the mat
with a headlock driver. Lee grabs the ropes at the last second to spare
himself and when Kidd stumbles forward that's when Kyle strikes. Reaching
out, he grabs Daniel by the arms and hooks them... launching him
backwards with a huge suplex!]

MW: GONE TO TEXAS, LEE HITS IT! COVER!







ONE!

























TWO!























THREE!




[With "Bleed For Me" hitting the PA, the realization of Kyle Lee moving
on in the tournament has the crowd elated! As they cheer loudly, Amy
Marshall likewise is reacting with utter joy at the result, and begins to
climb into the ring to celebrate with Lee.]

BC: Here is your winner, and advancing to the semi-finals of the L-PRO
Championship Tournament...

"DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMSAYYYYYERRRRRRRRRRRR" KYYYYYYYYYLE LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

[As Kyle slowly begins to get to his feet, Amy throws her arms around him
and assists him in rising. His eyes remain on Kidd, who stays on the mat,
grimacing from the toll the match has taken on him and is slow to sit
up.]

MW: And that was absolutely a war between two veterans who knew one
another well. It's Lee who moves on to the semi-finals, but Daniel Kidd
has nothing at all to be ashamed of.

TL: Not in the least. He gave it his all, and considering the layoff from
being in the ring, he showed that he's still got lots left in the tank.
And I have to admit, I was waiting for that other shoe to drop and some
master plan to come true on Dan's part.

CJ: Yeah, I'm disappointed too. I don't know why he bothered to come
back.

[Lee rests against the ropes as Marshall continue to celebrate the win,
and as Daniel Kidd finally returns to his feet it's the victor who moves
towards him and offers another handshake. Everyone else seems surprised;
certainly Amy does, and so too does the veteran Kidd. But he takes the
offer and shakes hands with Lee, this time the gesture seems far more
heartfelt than at the top of the match.]

TL: That's respect right there. They're likely never going to be best
friends, but you can still respect a hardened opponent.

MW: Indeed, and I'm curious if this is the start of big things now for
Daniel Kidd in his comeback. You have to think he'll be more comfortable
the more he's back in the ring now, and once he's worked off the rust.

TL: Don't bet against him, that's all I'm saying.

CJ: Hopefully he'll find his balls soon too.

MW: That lovely visual aside, we've got a lot more to come tonight, but
for the moment we're going to step aside for a paid advertisement now.
[listening over his earpiece] He what? Oh no, this can't be goo-

[We cut to a black screen with white text.]

"The following is a paid advertisement by Cherry Cola Inc."

[The black screen fades to footage from 2001 of a much younger Pablo
O'Connor German suplexing Bullfrog Nakano, a frog gimmick female
wrestler, and the referee making the 3 count as dramatic and
inspirational music swells up.]

[The crowd blows the roof of the place to the point that it, uh, flies
into the moon or something.]

Commentator: "HOLY GOD! OH MY GOD! PABLO 'UP ALL NIGHT' O'CONNOR HAS WON
THE 200-PERSON BATTLE ROYALE!"

[We see O'Connor with Stephanie Delacroix up on his one shoulder and
holding the gloriously beautiful Toad Trophy in his other hand, parading
around the ring before we get a clip of them both backstage with big
smiles and a bottle of Cherry Cola in their hands before it freezes on
that image.]

Voice Over: Only the cool, refreshing flavor of Cherry Cola can satisfy
your thirst as you create legacies worthy of a crown!

[The Cherry Cola logo fills the screen before the music and scene fade to
black and we cut away to...

The universe. Millions of stars moving in their own speed. That's what
we see in the screen. Galaxies. Nebulas. Comets. The cam starts moving
like a starship hovering and dancing in the infinite...]

NARRATOR: "In the beginning of mankind, we didn't have much. Stone tools,
fire, clothing... All of them came many years after Homo Erectus started
walking this land. But there was something there for us. All the time.
The stars."

[And as the cam travels through the stars, some constellations appear in
contrast.

Aquarius. Gemini. Virgo. Scorpio. Pisces. Leo. Taurus. Cancer.
Sagittarius. Aries.

Libra. Capricorn.]

NARRATOR: "And in our culture, some constellations have a special
meaning. You may believe in them or not. But they are there. Above...
Us."

[And then the cams shows Earth. It stops for a moment at the sight of our
big blue planet. A few seconds before it goes descending in a tremendous
speed...

Stopping above a wrestling ring.]

NARRATOR: "Some say the stars bring fortune. That you gotta aim for the
stars. That our fate is written in the stars. Truth or myth, one thing is
for sure: A fighter who believes he is blessed by the stars is someone
who take his risks to achieve success."

[And then, a man enters the ring. Wearing a full body yellow uniform,
with light yellow boots and gloves, and a mask that covers all his face
sans his piercing brown eyes. In his chest, a Zodiac circle in blue, as
well as in his mask. He crosses his arms looking closely to the cam.]

NARRRATOR: LPW... From the universe above us... Zodiacal II has arrived!

Z: Legacy Pro Wrestling... Your horoscope says: "watch out, here comes
LUCHA from the skies!"

[Cut back to the ring.]

TL: You know, it takes a lot of gall to not even be here tonight, but pay
for airtime to glorify yourself.

CJ: Hey, nobody ever said Pablo lacked confidence.

MW: Let's go back to the ring now as we're about to have the debut of a
very unique new competitor here, the mysterious Zodiacal II.
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SINGLES CONTEST:
Zodiacal II versus Christian Tasker
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BC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first,
already in the ring at this time and hailing from Buffalo, New York,
weighing in at two hundred and thirty-three pounds...

CHRISSSSSTIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN TASSSSSSKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

[Tasker stands in the corner, dressed in simple black tights and matching
boots. Silver highlights run up his legs, but otherwise the nondescript
wrestler just waves to a polite response from the crowd. "Pulsar" by
Vangelis comes over the PA system next, and the lights on the arena dim.
Across the crowd, the projection of a starry night shines.]

BC: And his opponent! From the universe above us all, he weighs in at one
hundred and seventy-nine pounds...

ZODIAAAAAAACAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[Emerging from the back is a man dressed from head to toe in dark yellow.
He wears a cape, pulled closed like a robe and walks slowly down towards
ringside. A mask is part of the outfit as well, the same yellow color and
featuring each of the twelve symbols of the Zodiac in blue. Tasker
watches from within the ring as his opponent makes it to ringside and
stands in the mouth of the aisle. Slowly he raises his arms and lets the
cape fall to the floor, as the lights return to normal and we get a look
now at the rest of Zodiacal II's ring attire. A full bodysuit, in the
same yellow color and with matching zodiac symbols on his chest. Lighter
yellow boots and gloves complete the look, and as he slides under the
bottom rope into the ring he quickly rolls to a standing position.]

CJ: Boy, that guy really has a thing about the Zodiac.

TL: What was your first clue?

MW: Zodiacal II making his debut here tonight, and we don't really know
much about this competitor at all beyond the fact that he's a luchador.
And one that's come highly regarded from Mexico, the protege of the
original Zodiacal.

TL: He's built for speed and agility, but gives up quite a few pounds to
Tasker and a few inches too. This should be an interesting matchup.

[Once the referee calls for the bell, the masked luchador is quick to
make the first move and grabs his opponent with a hiptoss, surprising the
rookie fast and flinging him across the ring. Not giving him a chance to
get back up a standing dropkick further knocks down Tasker, and Zodiacal
II immediately pounces on him again with a rolling kick. The young
wrestler crawls to the nearest corner and tries to get up, but his masked
opponent barrels into him with a running uppercut that leaves him dazed
and allows Zodiacal II to set him up in a sitting position on the top
turnbuckle. He backs up across the ring and breaks into a sprint, leaps
up and catches Tasker with headscissors that flips the rookie up and over
the top rope all the way to the outside of the ring with Zodiacal
managing to get his hands underneath him on the outside apron to break
his own fall, landing on his feet. HUGE POP!]

MW: Wow! What an impressive opening volley by this newcomer, he's taking
the attack right to Christian Tasker who hasn't been able to get out of
the starting blocks at all!

[Returning to the ring quickly, in the time it takes Tasker to pick
himself up off the floor Zodiacal II sprints back and rebounds off the
far ropes before diving over the top rope again and hurtling right into
his opponent with an enormous plancha! Another HUGE pop from the crowd
for the masked man as he rolls Tasker back into the ring and springboards
right in with a flying legdrop that hits the mark and allows him to grab
Tasker's leg for a cover. 1 -- 2 -- Tasker manages to eek up a shoulder
in time though, but it doesn't deter his opponent as Zodiacal II gets
right back up and sets up for a superkick out of the corner. Tasker
manages to take offense for the first time in the match though as he
ducks the superkick and lands a standing dropkick of his own, catching
the luchador by surprise and taking him off his feet. But it's a short-
lived comeback as Tasker tries to grab Zodiacal for a suplex and is
instead practically thrown out of his boots as the quick-thinking
wrestler spins out and hooks Christian's arm, swings off of it again and
spirals into a deep armdrag takedown for a showy maneuver. LOUD POP!]

TL: I'll say this much, Zodiacal II is pretty quickly becoming a crowd
favorite if he keeps pulling off that sort of artistry.

CJ: And the rookie's showing exactly why he's a rookie.

[Back up to his feet, Zodiacal II runs towards his foe and batters him
with a headbutt to the stomach, sending Tasker crashing back to the
corner again.]

MW: Aries' Ram! This one is very quickly going the way of the newcomer,
and here's a sunset flip from the corner!

[With Tasker flat on his back, it's the masked wrestler who again rolls
back to his feet with ease and heads to the top rope, wasting no time
before leaping backwards off the perch and executing a majestic looking
double moonsault down onto Tasker! Hooking the leg, Zodiacal II scores
the three count with ease. Cue "Pulsar".]

BC: Here is your winner...

ZOOOOOOOOOOODIAAAAAAAAAAAACALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL TWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!

MW: That was an incredible debut from the mysterious Zodiacal II, who
delivers his breathtaking Horoscope for the win!

[Victorious, he pops back to his feet again and raises his arms in
triumph to a loud chorus of cheers. The ref awards him the win, and after
a few moments of soaking in the adulation of the crowd Zodiacal II
reaches down and hauls the defeated rookie to his feet, offering him a
handshake for a match well fought. The look on Tasker's face is
dejection, but he accepts the handshake and then an embrace follows.]

CJ: Good god, two matches in a row now with this so-called good
sportsmanship. What the hell is going on with this place?

TL: What is wrong with you?

[The scene cuts to the backstage area where a downright beautiful Legacy-
PRO banner hangs majestically, like a bald eagle draped in the American
flag. [MEEP] yeah!

Oh, sorry. Got distracted.

Standing in front of the banner is bastard red-headed commentary child
Rory McAllister. He has a better fitting suit than he did on the last
show but still somebody should feed this kid. Seriously, get him some
protein. Or biscuits. What the hell did his mother feed him as a kid?]

RM: Thanks Tom. Joining me right now is one of tonight's competitors in
the LEGACY Pro World Championship Tournament, "Overkill" Joey Malone.

[A somber figure in a baggy black hoodie and denim shorts enters, walking
from stage left. His head is down and his speed... is calm. Nothing about
him reads as "over" to be completely honest. Maybe more a "tepid" or an
"even." But lets face it, "Evenkill" doesn't sell merch.]

RM: Joey, I must say, this is the most... calm I've ever seen you.

[Malone reaches up to push back his hood. His beard is trimmed in his
traditional mutton chop style and his mohawk is at half-mast.]

OJM: I'm still in mourning.

RM: Mourning for...?

OJM: Lemmy.

[Joey pounds his chest and throws up the devil horns before dropping his
head in... prayer... maybe.]

RM: Correct me if I'm wrong Joey, but didn't he pass away in 2015?

[Joey scrunches his face, closes his eyes and drops a hand on Rory's
shoulder. He nods in painful acknowledgement of his leader and greatest
hero among heroes being lost in the great war against mortality.]

OJM: Sometimes, the hurt never goes away.

RM: Are you... are you in any condition to wrestle tonight?

OJM: I am. I took a lot of time off to celebrate the beautiful soul that
is, was and ever will be Ian Fraser Kilmister. Would you believe that
many of my lingering injuries healed? Would you believe that I've never
been in better shape? Would you believe I learned to speak Welsh?

RM: Welsh?

OJM: Lemmy grew up in...

RM: Right. Wales.

OJM: I found contentment though the loss will always be a part of me. I
finally came to the realization that it may be time to take that next
step, enter that next stage. But I'm not quite ready to put my Masters in
Business Arts to use yet. The universe knew it and it jingled my phone.
There came the call from L-Pro and I knew the time was right. Not only
did they see fit to bring me on board, they also gave me an opportunity
by putting me in this tournament.

What I do won't be for myself. Partially, it will be for the fans. But
most of all...

RM: It will be for Lemmy.

OJM: Well, him too. I was thinking my dear departed step moms.

RM: She passed away too? Wait... "moms"?

OJM: The first one went out for lottery tickets and never came back. Jail
will do that. Number two loved a movie so much, she cosplays as Jack
Nicholson.

RM: "The Departed"?

OJM: You've seen it?

RM: Long time ago.

OJM: Does it have explosions? Step mom #2 always liked explosions.

RM: Ummm... your match?

OJM: Yes, explosions. I need that tonight. An explosion of energy. Lets
rekindle the fire. Lets do one for the ol'Lemster. Things will be wild,
things will be crazy! Things will be... OVERKILL!

[Joey raises his hands in excitement...

...before inserting his earbuds. His music is up so loud, it can be
picked up by the microphone.]

OJM: If you'll excuse me. I must meditate.

[Rory looks at the camera with some mean side-eye as Joey walks off.]

RM: Back to you, Tom?

[Fade.]

TL: Thanks Rory. Joey Malone is definitely the underdog tonight but you
can't write him off. He's had his ups and downs throughout his
career but he's every bit as capable as pulling off an upset over Danny
Holden.

CJ: But you do realize that's never going to happen, right? Of all the
crazy things that could happen, Overkill taking out Danny Holden is the
one impossibility.

TL: Never say never, Ceej.

[The show returns to the arena proper where inside the ring, Deanna
Orlofski stands with a microphone in hand. She's having many a lewd
stares and catcalls sent her way but she's rather proficiently swatting
them away at half court. Her smile suggests the phrase "This is my house
punks. Don't bring that weak objectification game here."]

MW: And we are joined by Dee-O, manager of The Neon Knights and...

CW: Hold you horses. Let her speak. I like it when she speaks.

DO: [To the crowd] If I were a more patient woman, I'd wait for you all
to finish with your nonsense. Alas, I am not immortal.

[Boy, did they hate that.]

DO: As advertised tonight, you will see a pair of hapless fools take on
the single most dominate wrestler you will ever see in LEGACY Pro. It is
my honor to present this match and yes, you may thank me for having the
foresight to bring such an attraction to this backwater town of Chicago.

[They love that too.]

DO: So, Mr. Chapman, sit yourself back down in that chair over there and
take a powder. Let a professional handle the introductions.
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HANDICAP MATCH:
Jonas "Dutch" Elm versus The Gunslingers
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DO: The following contest is a handicap match. Introducing first, they
really have no chance. Hailing from wherever, I don't care, are "Nameless
Wrestler #1" and Mr. Soon-To-Be-a-Splatter- Pattern... The Gunslingers!

[The arena sound system remains silent but the fans give the appropriate
"Shut this person up" pop as soon as "Cowboy" Roy Sloane and Tex Thomas
appear through the entranceway. Thomas, usually more animated with the
fans, bears an expression much closer to that of his partner's. Neither
one of them is pleased with Orlofski doing what she's doing though the
two are too polite to be complete asses about it. They enter the ring and
wait, not taking their eyes off of Deanna.]

DO: Take a picture boys. Or better yet, go buy some merchandise like
everybody else does.

[Thomas and Sloane share a few unkind words but Deanna holds away the
microphone so none can be picked up over the audio system.]

CJ: She's right.

MW: In what way?

CJ: Merchandise is an important part of our wrestlers' bottom line.

MW: You don't find it tacky?

CJ: Not when my soon to be released autobiography is available for pre-
order at the L-PRO merchandise booths.

[Deanna shoo's the Gunslingers to back away before allowing Johnny Cash's
"Gods Gonna Cut You Down" to play over the sound system.]

DO: And their opponent, the only man you'll ever need to see as your
champion, he hails from Amsterdam in The Netherlands. Standing at 6 feet
and 8 inches tall, I present you...

...JONAS "DUTCH" EEEEEELLLM!

[And from the entrance he comes: tall, sweaty and intense. He makes his
way down the aisle, ignoring any fan foolish enough to think that he'd
want to associate with them. He pulls himself up to the ring apron and
then steps over the top rope with ease. He walks straight for his
opponents.]

DO: One of you minions ring the bell.

[Once the bell rings, Elm is surprisingly quick upon both of his
opponents, pushing them uncomfortably into the corner. Sloane is the
first to strike back but that only means that Elm concentrates his
aggression to him first. The man named for a tree drops heavy chop after
heavy chop to "Cowboy" Roy's chest before grabbing him by the back of the
head and tossing him to the middle of the ring.]

CJ: Did he shotput at university?

MW: I don't see...

CJ: Rhetorical question. He clearly throws rocks into the sun for fun.

[Tex Thomas receives much the same treatment as his tag partner. More
chops come his way, followed by brutal knee strikes to the lower ribcage.
Elm backs away, pulling Thomas by the back of the head from the corner.
He lifts his opponent into a military press and simply tosses him to the
outside. A massive THUMP follows.]

CJ: I think he burned up on re-entry.

TL: And that would be a small mercy.

MW: Elm turning his attention back to Sloane. I don't think Roy knows
what's about to hit him.

CJ: If a tree massacres a lumberjack in the middle of the forest and no
one is there to see it, did it really happen?

[Sloane gets up to his feet only for a second as Elm immediately starts
to hammer down on his upper back. Elm grasps him by the throat and turns
to his manager, Deanna. She gives a nod of approval and then the
ceremonial thumbs down. With a vicious smile, Elm puts a boot to the
breadbasket to double Sloane over. without so much a moment of
hesitation, Elm hoists Roy up into the air and plants him oh so violently
with the Treecutter Powerbomb.]

MW: Elm forgoing the pin. Instead... he's going outside the ring?

TL: Tex Thomas is still hurting and... how he's hurting even more.

[Without so much a warning, Elm plants his boot across Thomas' lower back
and pushes him straight into the dasherboards. Tex doesn't fall but the
effects of the impact are obvious. Elm engulfs the smaller man in his
shadow and whips him into the corner post. Tex manages to reverse the
whip, sending Elm into the cold metal instead.]

CJ: This will not end well.

MW: Thomas back in the ring, trying to muster his partner back to life.

TL: Elm's shaking off that hit to the corner but he's already climbing
back into the ring.

MW: Thomas and Sloane back to their feet... and now Elm has them both by
the throats!

TL: Dutch is surprisingly fast for someone his size.

MW: But do not overlook that strength! Double chokeslam!

[The two Gunslingers hit the mat so hard, it gives the referee a bit of a
bounce. Elm drops to one knee and places a hand on each opponent. The ref
slides in and delivers a one, two, three to both men.]

DO: The winner of this match by inevitability... JONAS EEEELLM!!!

[Johnny Cash starts again as Elm slides out of the ring and rejoins his
manager. Having no time for their perceived inferiors, the two exit the
area, leaving the Gunslingers for the coffin makers. Maybe a priest would
be helpful.]

MW: Just an absolutely frightening display by Jonas Elm there, the
Gunslingers not having a good night whatsoever here.

CJ: There's dangerous, and then there's Elm. He's a monster, and I don't
know if anybody on this roster can stand up to a guy like that.

MW: And what's even more frightening, he's got Deanna Orlofski as his
manager and it would appear she's got plans for her massive client. Plans
that probably aren't good for anybody else.

TL: They rarely are.

MW: Coming up next, we've got a debut in the women's division as Jan
Delgado is set to square off with "Terrible" Taryn Weller now. Jan has
already made a name for herself in the business, and I think she's easily
got to be considered a front-runner for the women's championship here in
L-PRO. Let's go now to some pre-recorded words from Miss Delgado.

[The scene opens to the L-Pro Arena, the words "Earlier Today" flashing
briefly across the screen. The lights are dimmed and a few members of the
crew mill about, preparing for the night's show. But our attention is
drawn to the ring, where a diminutive figure is inside running the ropes.
The young woman is clad in a sleeveless, black cropped top and grey
joggers. She also wears a pair of tennis shoes, her dark hair pulled up
in messy bun. She races across the ring, striking the ropes... once...
twice... a third time. Before slowing her pace and stopping in the center
of the ring, fixing the camera with a smile. She lets out a sharp breath,
a light sheen of perspiration on her naturally tanned skin.]

Woman: Caught me as I was getting out some of my pre-match anxiety!

[She chuckles.]

Woman: I'm Jan Delgado. Some of you may know and some of you may not. But
I'm not exactly new to this. About 10 years ago, I was wrestling all over
the world. And even won a title or two in the process. I wasn't the
hugest star or anything like my cousin, who had her name all over the
scene, but I did alright, if I must say so myself.

[A self-deprecating smirk crosses her lips.]

JD: To be perfectly honest with you, wrestling pretty much saved my life.
It took a poor girl from the hood and gave her some purpose. I mean, if
it wasn't for places like the MBC, I honestly don't know where I would
have ended up. But eventually, business slowed down, my mom got sick, and
wrestling for a major company became a part of my past. It sucked that
something, I had grown to really love, soon became a memory. But it is
what it is, I guess.

[She lets out a wistful sigh and shrugs.]

JD: Sure, I worked a couple of wrestling conventions, which was cool.
It's always great to see the fans. But it just wasn't the same. I missed
the crowds and the excitement of going in this ring and getting a chance
to show off what I can do.

Then, a few months ago, I got this offer to wrestle for this new place in
New York. And I figured what the Hell. I was in a totally different space
from a few years ago.  I was helping my friend Eduardo at his wrestling
school and my mom had beaten cancer so it felt like the right time to
finally get to dip my toe back into the wrestling world. Plus, if it
didn't work out, I could still catch up with my NYC fam.  But I ended up
really getting into it again and having the time of my life. So, while
that place didn't last as long as I would have liked, it definitely re-
ignited that passion for performing that I had been missing.

So, by the time Legacy Pro came around, I jumped at the chance to get
back out there and do it all over again.

[The tiny brunette places her hands on her hips.]

JD: I can't front. I'm crazy excited about this. New town, new
opportunities. It's everything I need right now. A chance to get back in
the game and add to my legacy. [a pause and a smile] No pun intended. And
I don't plan to let anyone get in my way. And that includes you, Taryn
Weller.

[Her pretty face is determined now, almost solemn.]

JD: Taryn, sis. I don't know you. But I know enough to be ready for you.
I've been in this business long enough to know that anyone can be a
threat. And yea, I've had success before and I could sit here and list it
all. But it honestly doesn't matter. Because this is a new start for both
of us. Besides, that Jan, the 19 year old kid ready to take on the world,
isn't even the woman you're facing tonight anyway.

Tonight, you face the older, wiser, and far more confident version. The
version that's learned from past mistakes, worked on herself, and become
even better as a result. This Jan hasn't wasted her time away from the
ring doing nothing either. She's been helping to train the soon to be
future legends of this business, learning from them just as they learn
from her. And, not to brag, she's also probably in the best shape of her
life too.

[She pauses to look down at her lithe, toned form with a brief, satisfied
smile.]

JD: So, while the eager young thing of the past was a problem, she's
nothing compared to the woman that will be standing across this ring from
you tonight. I look forward to facing you and even more forward to
beating you. [a confident smile flashes] See you soon.

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WOMEN'S DIVISION MATCH:
Jan Delgado versus "Terrible" Taryn Weller
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BC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first,
in the ring at this time, hailing from Brantford, Ontario, Canada, and
weighing in at one hundred and eleven pounds...

"TERRRRRRIBLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLE" TARRRRYYYYYN WELLERRRRRRRRRRRRR!

[The blonde wrestler stands in the ring, arms folded impassively even as
her name is called. The 5'3" standing wrestler is wearing red and gold
hotpants and a matching bra top, gold boots and fingerless gloves. The
theme music of her opponent hits the PA system, and Taryn gets a snarl on
her face.]

# I've shown you all the places I'm dreaming of #
# I'll take you to the ocean, I'll bring the sun #
# We are seventeen, we have just begun #
# I have loved to fight for and then some #
# You are the one, the one, the one, the one, #
# The one, the one, the one, the one #

[As "Animal" by Ellie Goulding plays across the speakers, Jan Delgado
comes bounding from behind the curtains, a grin on her face. The young
woman wears a black and white, zebra-print, cropped top and matching
bikini bottoms. She also wears a pair of white boots, her hair parted in
the middle and falling straight down her back. The diminutive, tanned
woman stands atop the entrance ramp for a moment before walking down the
aisle, slapping hands with fans.]

# Wake up in the morning, we're paralyzed #
# We'll fly into the garden like butterflies #
# There will be no blood and there will be no pain #
# I want to fall in love with you again, again, #
# Again, again, again, again, again, again #
# Again, again #

[As she nears the ring, she hops onto the apron, facing the crowd. With a
grin, she climbs the turnbuckles, placing one foot on the second and
another on the top. She looks out to the crowd and bobs her head a bit to
the music before raising her arms to cheers. She hops down and stretches,
preparing for the match.]

# You have stolen all my senses #
# There's a fever in my heart #
# And you are taking my defenses #
# You are pulling me apart #
# Forever we are and we are dying #
# And we still be standing on our ground #
# So I will take away my feeling #
# I will be an animal #
# An animal #

MW: And Jan Delgado out here, ready for action against "Terrible" Taryn
Weller, and I'm sure the rest of the women's division will be watching
this with interest.

TL: You know that's absolutely true. With her pedigree, she's a former
MBC Women's World Champion which means she's as dangerous as anyone else
inside the ring. And if Taryn Weller was smart, she'll have done her
homework for this one.

[At the sound of the bell, both wrestlers launch forward and try for the
tie-up, and thanks to the slight height advantage Weller controls the
first few moments of the match and flings Delgado into the ropes, trying
to catch her with an armdrag but instead Jan hits a reversal and instead
flips Taryn off of her feet instead. The 5'1" spitfire goes to her speed
early with multiple uppercuts and tries a quick backslide into a cover
but can't keep the Canadian down, Weller hitting back with a series of
knife-edge chops. A whip into the corner is followed by a running splash
that takes the wind out of Jan, and Weller tries to hit a release suplex
only to watch Delgado land on her feet out of it and come out unscathed,
then hit a dropkick square in Weller's face. The crowd pops, and Jan hits
a standing moonsault into a cover attempt.



1!










2!







And as Taryn gets a shoulder up off of it, the crowd boos. She shrugs it
off and rolls to the outside apron, trying to catch her breath.]

CJ: Smart of Taryn to slow things down there. Delgado's like a pinball.

TL: She may not be as well known in the industry as Jan, but Taryn Weller
has more experience than people might realize. She's been in some serious
battles before, and she's cagey.

[Gripping the top rope to pull herself up, Weller waits for her opponent
to come after her and surprises Jan with a dropkick through the ropes to
the knee that brings the fan favorite down. A slingshot back into the
ring into a rolling press from Taryn continues her advantage, and a
chinlock with her knee firmly in the middle of Delgado's back gives Taryn
the opportunity to trash talk a little bit now, suddenly the cockiness
back on her face.]

CJ: They don't call her Terrible for nothing. Although based on that
match earlier, it's probably a better nickname for Tasker.

MW: That knee is grinding away into Jan's back now, but she's refusing to
submit here. And now she drives the knee into her back again!

[Dropping a knee into Jan again, it's Weller's turn to control the pace
and as she picks her up by the head, the blonde hits a snap suplex and
rolls into a cover of her own. 1 -- 2 -- And the crowd pops as Jan kicks
out, doing her best to escape and get to an upright position next.
Grabbing for the ropes she avoids a charge and Weller hits instead,
springing off and Jan turns it right into a Mexican armdrag to the
canvas! Shaking off the previous attack Jan starts to regain some
momentum, blasting Taryn in the side of the head with an enzuigiri kick
and off of the ropes next coming at her with a spinning heel kick next!
Taryn crawls to the corner spitting mad and blocks a charging uppercut
from Jan, but her attempt at a sunset flip from the corner is thwarted as
Jan sits down into another cover. 1 -- 2 -- Weller gets a hand on the
bottom rope for the break.]

MW: Craft play by Terrible Taryn there, to break the cover but conserve
her energy now. Both females returning to their feet now and oh- kneelift
doubles up Jan Delgado- into the ropes.

SATELLITE HEADSCISSORS FROM DELGADO!

TL: And down goes Weller!

[Sent crashing back down again to the mat, Weller tries to regroup but a
diving clothesline keeps her there, and as quick as Jan can slip to the
outside she's leaping up into a springboard cross body that flattens
Taryn completely. Dragging her back up by the arm, the speed of the
veteran ties up the blonde and Jan snaps her down with a crossed-arms
neckbreaker slam to the mat, then makes the cover.



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3!

"Animal" comes over the PA system as the crowd unleashes a loud pop for
Jan!]

BC: Here is your winner...

JANNNNNNNNN DELLLLGAAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDOOOOOOOOOO!

[Delgado gets up, celebrating the win as Taryn rolls over onto her
stomach trying to pick herself up too. The referee raises her arm, and as
Jan climbs the turnbuckles again, she gets another volley of cheers!]

MW: Big victory for Jan Delgado tonight, and it's a great way to set her
pace here in L-PRO. It may even position her near the top of the
division.

TL: It's a great way to make a name for herself here.

MW: Earlier this week, Eddie Kirkpatrick was a guest on The Flavor Zone,
a YouTube show where the guests answer questions while eating tasty food.
We've got some highlights for you, fans.

CJ: If I have to hear the words "like, share, and subscribe," one more
time I'm gonna lose it. We're already watching your video, nerd! Take
your analytics and--

MW: And don't forget to ring the bell for notifications on the LEGACY Pro
YouTube channel--

CJ: Augh!

MW: Anyways, roll the clip!

[Cut to a simple two-shot of Eddie Kirkpatrick and the host of The Flavor
Zone, Dean Evans. On the table in front of them are a pair of bowls of
ramen. Judging by the unnatural red hue of the sauce, this stuff is
likely quite spicy. Eddie seems to be handling it quite well, even
wearing a smile as he answers the host's questions. The water in front of
him remains untouched.]

DE: So Eddie, after you're done kicking butt in the ring, are you a
Netflix guy? What'd you think of Tiger King?

[Eddie chuckles, finishing a mouthful.]

EK: Well first off, you didn't get these noodles at Wal-Mart, right?

[Dean is able to keep his composure, but good-natured laughs can be heard
from off camera.]

DE: Only high quality ramen here, Eddie!

EK: Of course. Well, you know both my folks were into big cats back in
the day.

DE: I know Caliban was, but your mom too?

EK: Oh hell yeah. They even visited that Doc Antle guy.

DE: Really?!

EK: Yeah, he tried to sell my mom on coming to work for him, if you know
what I mean.

DE: Oh no! Did Cali knock him out?

[Eddie smirks, finishing another bite.]

EK: He didn't have to. Let's just say that mom wore the claws in their
relationship. She could handle herself just fine.

[Cut to later in the interview, Dean is visibly sweating while Eddie is
still merrily chowing down on his noodles.]

EK: I like the sauce on these. Could use a bit more gochujang though --

[The ringing of a cellphone is heard, causing Dean's eyes to light up.]

EK: -- aw man...

DE: Is that him?!

EK: It's like he knows. May I?

DE: Please! Put him on speaker!

[Eddie puts his chopsticks down and grabs his phone.]

EK: Hey Dad, behave. I'm on camera, I'm doing a YouTube show.

[Dean's smile is huge.]

DE: Mister Caliban, Dean Evans here. it's an honor to have you in flavor
country.

CB: What?! Eddie, you shouldn't be smoking Marlboros! You'll ruin your
cardio!

[Eddie groans and rolls his eyes. Dean looks confused for a moment but
recovers deftly.]

DE: Different flavor country, Mister Caliban. We're all about the noodles
here!

CB: Oh that's a relief. You'll have to forgive me, I'm a bit out of touch
with the cool kids. And it's just Cam, if you don't mind.

DE: Sorry sir! Old habits die hard. I had your action figure back in the
day. My "Slashin' Action" Caliban saw quite a bit of in-ring use back
then.

[Cameron laughs, which shifts into a bit of a racking cough. Eddie
winces, but his dad gets hold of himself quickly.]

CB: Haha, sorry about that.

EK: So what's up, dad?

CB: I watched the show last week, and I've got an idea.

[Eddie knows his father's tone well, as we can see all over his face. He
shifts uncomfortably in his seat.]

EK: Dad, maybe we can talk about this later?

DE: Aw c'mon, Eddie! This is a rare opportunity for The Flavor Zone.

EK: Well all right... but caveat emptor, Dean. And Dad, keep it PG, okay?

CB: Yeah yeah, kiddo. Okay, the L-PRO Championship. When you win it, you
should put it up against that O'Connor jerk for that crown thing he's
always going on about. Shut his mouth up but good.

[Eddie smiles, rolling his eyes a bit.]

EK: Well, I--

CB: No! No! I've got an even better idea! We get you a tag team partner,
and you claim the L-PRO Tag Team Championship. Just think! A tag team
champ, just like your old man. And I know just who your partner should
be!

EK: Dad, I--

CB: The Goblin Queen! She reminds me of me. Oh, it's so heartwarming. You
just have to get her away from that schmuck of a manager. How's your
Japanese?

[The strain on Eddie's face grows... it's obvious that these kind of
conversations are all too common in their family, and that they take a
toll on the youngster.]

EK: I don't know if they're doing intergender competition in Legacy PRO,
Dad. I just face who they tell me--

CB: Start by flirting with her. Send her some fist tape, resin, and
broken glass in a heart shaped box. I know it's been a while since you
dated, so--

EK: DAD! I think that's more than enough. Boundaries, remember?

[An audible sigh can be heard on the line.]

CB: You're right, you're right. Sorry kiddo. I just get so excited for
you. I just want you to do well, y'know?

EK: I know. Listen, we gotta do this thing, okay? I'll call later.

CB: Okay, love you son!

EK: Love you too, Dad.

[Eddie hangs up the call, shaking his head.]

DE: That's a first for The Flavor Zone, a father-son tag teaming the
spicy noodles! Eddie Kirkpatrick, what a treat. Thanks for coming today!

EK: Thanks for having me.

[Cut back to our announcers.]

CJ: What a fanboy. "Ooo, I had your action figure." Jerk.

MW: I think it's great that Eddie Kirkpatrick got a chance to be on that
show.

CJ: Yeah, sure. That's like an artist being paid for exposure. Exposure
doesn't pay the rent, jerks!

MW: At least they fed him.

CJ: Yeah, but have you seen the size of that hoss? He probably eats
steamed chicken breasts and broccoli like it's going out of style. Those
noodles aren't keto, Eddie!

MW: Maybe it was a cheat day.

CJ: Speaking of cheats...

[We cut to a black screen with white text.]

"The following is a paid advertisement by Dom Perignon Inc."

[The black screen fades to multiple clips of "Up All Night" Pablo
O'Connor hoisting various championship belts up into the air in rapid
speed while Verdi's Grand March from Aida plays before it settles to a
longer clip of O'Connor and his wife Stephanie Delacroix celebrating with
the UWF Unified Television Championship in the ring before holding Tommy
Stephens down and pouring champagne down his mouth.]

Voice Over: Celebrate the moments in the richest of legacies with Dom
Perignon.

[Pablo and Stephanie with evil smiles as they hold the championship and
the champagne bottle in the air fill the screen before fading out to the
Dom Perignon logo and then we cut away to..]

TL: Actually that worked out pretty well.

CJ: Not cool, man.

MW: Even when he's not in the building, the presence of "Up All Night"
Pablo O'Connor can be felt. And that brings us now to the main event
tonight. In our second tournament match, Danny Holden is about to square
off against "Overkill" Joey Malone in a battle of the two and seven
seeds.

CJ: It's also about as close to a lock as you can get.

MW: So with that, let's get back down to ringside with Bill Chapman.
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MAIN EVENT
L-PRO MEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE TOURNAMENT FIRST ROUND MATCH:
Danny Holden [2] versus "Overkill" Joey Malone [7]
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BC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is your main
event of the evening! Introducing first, hailing from Battle Creek,
Michigan, here is "OVERKIIILLLL" JOOOOOOEEEEY MAAAALLOOOOONNNE!

[Motorhead's "Overkill" bursts out over the sound system, prompting a
large pop from the crowd. Emerging from the entrance way is the
unusually somber and calm Joey Malone. He's dressed to fight in his
standard wrestling gear, but his black hoodie is still draped over his
head. He makes his way to the ring, throwing phantom punches as he
walks.]

CJ: He's still listening to his headphones.

TL: Never underestimate the power of meditation before a match. I think
it shows maturity for Malone.

CJ: This is the man who re-enacted the Battle of the Alamo with trained
monkeys. I've seen the footage. That's canon. Maturity is not a word in
his DNA.

[Malone slides into the ring and moves straight to the corner where he
removes his hoodie. He keeps his ear buds in as he awaits his opponent.]

TL: Do you think he's listening to his own entrance theme on his ear buds
while his entrance theme is playing in the arena?

MW: "Philosophical discussion during a Joey Malone entrance." Nope. Not
on my bingo card.

[The lights dim, and a single spotlight shines at the top of the ramp.
The scraggly voice of an old man speaks.]

Man: I have seen many extraordinary things in my life.  I have seen
children born and men killed.  I have seen storms that would blow over
houses, blizzards that turned the whole world white, and the moon so big
that I thought I could reach out and grab it.  But today... today is a
day that I will remember forever, that I will tell my children and
grandchildren.

For today, I have seen the Greatest Wrestler on Mother Earth.

[The orchestral music of "Chariots of Fire" by Vangelis thunders over the
PA System.  After a moment, out steps Danny Holden.  He's a tall, skinny
wrestler. And young- he still has some acne on his forehead underneath
his shaggy black hair.  He's wearing black shorts and boots with a red
jacket.

He ignores the fans and marches to the ring, grabbing the microphone from
Bill Chapman.]

DH: Hey... hey!  Cut the music!

[As the music is cut off, Danny continues.]

DH: This is just... ridiculous!  When the company went on hiatus I was
already locked in as a finalist for the L-Pro title.  I was just one--

[Danny holds up one finger.]

DH: Just one match away from being crowned the champion.  And then L-Pro
takes a break, and when they come back, they decide to throw out the
results and start over.

[Danny shakes his head.]

DH: No.  No.  If L-Pro had any sense, they'd just award me the title. But
at the very least, they should automatically put me in the finals, not
have to fight a bunch of schlubs like Underdog over here...

["Overkill" Joey Malone can't hear what is being said over his music but
he reacts as if the match is a second away from starting.  He steps
forward, ready to fight.  Danny steps back, raising his hands, a
surprised look on his face.]

DH: Hey, I'm talking here!

[The referee gets in between and Malone steps back, rolling his eyes.
Joey returns to the corner and waits for Danny to finish.]

DH: Heck, L-PRO can't even get their rankings right.  It placed me as the
number two ranked contender, when I should obviously be the...

[Danny makes a big show of holding up one finger again.]

DH: ... number one contender.  After all, who else can it be?

TL: [over the PA system] It's funny you bring that up, Danny.

[POP! Wrestling crowds are trained to cheer for the unexpected, and this
certainly counts. As Landis rises from his position at the announce
table, holding a wireless microphone in his hand, he removes his headset
and sets it down on the table. Turning towards Matt, he shrugs.]

TL: Sorry bud, just give me a minute here. [turning back towards the
ring, addressing Holden as Tom walks to the edge of the announce table
and starts to walk down towards the ringside area] Now Mr. Holden, I have
it on good authority here that L-PRO heard your complaints about the
championship tournament.

Complaints that you're not being treated fairly here. That when the
company was put on pause last time, you'd already qualified to wrestle
for the championship.

[Tom, halfway down the aisle, stops and looks around at the audience.]

And you know what? You're right.

MW: WHAT?

CJ: Maybe I've been too hard on Landis.

TL: You're absolutely right, Danny. You did wrestle a qualifying match,
and you _won_ that match. That should mean something.

[As Holden vigorously nods in agreement in the ring, Tom makes it to
ringside and takes the first step up the metal stairs. Meanwhile, Malone
still hasn't removed his ear buds. He watches, waiting for the next verse
to start.]

But where we disagree is that you should rightfully be the number one
seed in this tournament.

CJ: I knew it! You can't trust that guy.

TL: [takes another step up] See, while you qualified... you weren't the
only one who did so. And I've gotta say, I think there's someone else who
deserves that number one seed just a little bit more.

[A heartbeat of silence, then the music kicks in -- and the L-PRO
faithful grow WILD in recognition.  Wide-eyed with shock, a sputtering
Holden gestures frantically in protest of the man coming down the aisle
now to Landis, who just coolly ignores him as he steps through the ropes
into the ring.

[A heartbeat of silence, then the music kicks in -- and the L-PRO
faithful grow WILD in recognition.  Wide-eyed with shock, a sputtering
Holden gestures frantically in protest of the man coming down the aisle
now to Landis, who just coolly ignores him.

The music?  "Fly From the Inside" by Shinedown.

And the man?  "Nighthawk" Michael Bonn.

The former UWF Tag and two-time UWF Cruiserweight Champion is already in
his ring gear, determined look on his face as he strides down the ring.
Not one ever given to pandering, the Nighthawk has a small smile of
appreciation towards the crowd's madly positive reaction to him.]

MW: THE NIGHTHAWK IS BACK!

CJ: No, no, NO!  Why does L-PRO insist on bringing back has-beens?!
First Kyle Lee and Daniel Kidd, now Michael Bonn?!  We're supposed to be
about the future!

MW: Michael Bonn is still in his prime, Cody.  If anyone's deserving of
the Number One ranking, it's him!

[By now, Bonn has made his way into the ring and asks Landis for the mic.
Landis does so, while all the while snippets of a fuming Danny Holden can
be heard here and there.  Malone, meanwhile, eyes the newcomer warily,
unsure of what to make of all this.  Gaze deliberately boring into
Holden, the Nighthawk brings the mic up to his lips...

...

...

...only for Holden to immediately snatch the mic away!  HEEL POP!]

DH: [pointing at himself] Number ONE conten--!

[Before Danny can complete that egotistical sentiment, a glaring Michael
Bonn has already snatched the mic back.  Holden takes a quick step back,
making sure the ref is between him and Bonn and perhaps realizing that
maybe angering the Nighthawk isn't the wisest of actions right now.]

BONN: [to Holden] You get one warning.  This is it.  Anything else from
you and this ceases to be a conversation.

[POP!  Michael allows himself a faint smirk as Holden seethes.]

BONN: Right... [he begins to pace, running a hand through the back of
his black hair briefly] ...so I get word that L-PRO is back -- and so is
the tournament for the L-PRO Heavyweight Championship.  I call up the
Championship committee, they put me in touch with Tom Landis who confirms
that I still have the Number One ranking! "Are you still interested in
competing?"

[A beat, followed by a rare grin from Bonn.  The L-PRO fans cheer in
response.]

BONN: I show up tonight, ready to make my reveal -- Ginny always told me
about the value of a good entrance -- and instead, I gotta hear THIS
blowhard-- [jabs his thumb at Holden, who is still pointing at himself at
being Number One] --running his mouth off about how the belt should just
be handed to him and how everyone else is beneath him and other crap like
that!  And he's got the freakin' AUDACITY to think he shouldn't have to
wrestle Joey Malone tonight!

Well Tom... [Bonn cocks his head towards Landis] ...if Holden here thinks
he's too good to fight tonight, then I'm here to step up -- because the
REAL Number One Contender has NEVER stepped away from a challenge!

[HUGE POP! Landis looks around at the crowd with a big grin on his face,
and gestures for another microphone from the tech at ringside.]

TL: Oh now Michael, I don't think Danny Holden, the... Greatest Wrestler
on Mother Earth... is trying to duck a challenge on purpose. [smiles] Now
that the both of you are in the ring together now, I can officially make
an announcement on the decision of the L-PRO championship committee as it
pertains to the tournament. As I said, there was agreement that because
the both of you had previously qualified to wrestle for the L-PRO
Heavyweight Championship, something should be done to honor those
qualifications.

That's why it has ruled that _both_ Danny Holden as well as Michael Bonn
will each be receiving a BYE in the first round of the tournament, and
will be moving on to the semi-finals automatically.

[Holden seems torn- not sure if he should be smug for the first round
bye, or annoyed that Bonn is technically ahead of him in the tournament.
Holden has a pout on his face and is staring daggers at the Nighthawk,
ignoring the others in the ring.  Michael, for his part, is eying Danny
Holden with pure disdain and wariness.  And Joey...

...he finally pulls out his ear buds...

...and asks the referee what’s going on. The referee shakes his head and
leans over to briefly explains what’s going into Joey's ear. Both Bonn
and Holden stare at Malone with disbelief.]

CJ: Are you kidding me? How dumb is this guy?

MW: Some people would be envious of his ability to disconnect from what
angers us.

CJ: Some people are morons.

[Joey nods with understanding before looking at both Holden and Bonn.]

OJM: Really?

[The referee whispers something else. Malone turns his stare towards
Landis.]

OJM: Uncool man.

CJ: That's all he can say? Un-freakin-cool?

TL: Joey, I know you're disappointed by this, and you have every right to
be for being removed from the tournament. And I promise, you'll have
every chance to compete for a shot at the eventual champion. You as well
as the eighth seed in the tournament will both have opportunities in the
future-

"WAIT A MINUTE, WAIT A MINUTE, WAIT A MINUTE."

[The crowd murmurs at the latest interruption to the rapidly expanding
group in the ring, as Jamie Kidd wanders out of the locker rooms holding
a microphone of his own. He's dressed in his ring gear, but doesn't wait
to make his way down towards the ring either.]

JK: Just wait a damn minute here. Landis, you know damn well that _I'M_
the eighth seed in the tournament, and this is how I find out that I'm
getting tossed in the trash bin?

[As Kidd rolls under the ropes and gets to his feet, he gets into the
face of the L-PRO commentator.]

JK: How is any of this fair to me?

TL: Ah, here's the last piece of the puzzle himself. Jamie Kidd, thanks
for saving me the trouble of calling you down to the ring. Like I told
Joey here, you have every right to be disappointed by the announcement,
but you too will have every opportunity to compete for a title shot once
a champion has been crowned.

But what does all of this mean for tonight? After all, we still need a
main event. Seeing as how you're all dressed to compete, here's what L-
PRO management has decided we're going to do. It'll be Danny Holden
teaming up with Michael Bonn, and on the other side it'll be Jamie Kidd
teaming up with Joey Malone. The top two seeds in the championship
tournament facing off against two men with everything to gain, because I
can't think of any better way to stake a claim to a future title shot by
defeating one of the men who just may end up as champion.

[The earlier disdain on Bonn's face has now grown into full-blown disgust
at the reveal of his new "partner" for this match and it's easy to sense
that the Nighthawk is only just holding on to his vaunted temper.
Holden's pout changes to a smug grin, as he starts hollering.  Even
without the microphone, the audience can hear Holden crow.]

DH: Ring the bell!  I can beat him [points to Kidd], I can beat him
[points to Malone], and I can prove that I am...

[spins and faces Bonn, holding up one finger dramatically.]

DH: The real NUMBER ONE CONTENDER!

[Barely able to get the words out, Jamie suddenly launches himself at
Holden and tackles him to the ground, firing off as many punches as he
can while Danny does his best to cover up. It's Bonn who just shakes his
head, failing to hide his amusement at watching the loudmouth getting his
comeuppance before finally pulling the irate Kidd off of Danny.]

MW: Wow this one's breaking down fast!

CJ: Normally I'm on Kidd's side but that wasn't called for. Pick your
battles!

[Watching it all with a measured response is Overkill, who shrugs as it's
now Bonn and Kidd brawling around. And as the crowd roars, Joey
interjects himself into things now as he grabs Bonn by the arm and begins
to fight back. As all of this is going on, Landis hops out to the floor
still holding the microphone.]

TL: Gentleman, good luck. And let's ring the bell.
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NEW MAIN EVENT
TAG TEAM CONTEST:
Danny Holden & "Nighthawk" Michael Bonn versus
"Overkill" Joey Malone & "The New Nightmare" Jamie Kidd
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[The brawling manages to come to a stop long enough for the bell to ring
officially, at which point Holden and Bonn argue about who'll start the
match off for their team while Jamie has to be held back by Malone, and
it's Overkill who ends up starting things off after telling him to cool
off. "Do some breathing exercises." It doesn't help as Jamie continues to
seeth on the outside. And as the Nighthawk and Overkill ultimately start
off the crowd cheers them both, both wrestlers circling each other. Bonn
tries to go into a lock-up, but Joey has something to say first.]

OJM: You know. Lemmy was in the band Hawkwind. Good on you man.

[Bonn stares back, taking the message into account and shakes his head as
he gets a thumbs up from Joey, soon they've locked up and the two fan
favorites start things off respectable by trading the advantage and
hitting each other with chops back and forth. It leads into some chain
wrestling after that, Bonn spryly taking Joey down into an armbar but
soon it's Malone back up and reversing things into a waistlock cinch to a
quick suplex. The more they stick to the basics, the more angry each of
their partners get as Holden proclaims they're trying to show him up
while Jamie Kidd just shouts out for Malone to "stop screwing around and
kick his ass!" Joey again tells him to chill, and it opens the door for
the Nighthawk to grab a headlock and take Malone back to the mat.]

MW: On a night full of surprises this main event has to be the biggest
one of all. Danny Holden and Michael Bonn on the same team, that's a
shock even to the both of them.

CJ: Well why should it? Does anyone even read their format sheets
anymore?

[The technical wrestling display continues a bit longer, as Bonn works
Joey over into a chinlock, but a dragon sleeper attempt is thwarted with
a flip right over him where he lands behind Bonn and rolls him up off the
ropes. In the process of doing so they come close to the corner where
Jamie Kidd is waiting, and he slaps his partner on the back to tag
himself in. The crowd isn't sure what to make of it but boos, and Kidd
hops in and drills Bonn with a kick to the face in the confusion.
Pointing Joey to the corner and telling him to get out, Jamie leaves
himself open to a kick back in return and a floatover DDT from Bonn puts
the British wrestler down hard for the first cover of the match.

1 -- 2 -- Kickout!]

CJ: Neither one of these teams even want to work with each other. Nice
call, Landis.

TL: Don't let looks deceive you, Ceej. Jamie Kidd and Joey Malone might
look like they've got friction but it's far from the first time they've
been a team. They've won championship gold before in fact.

CJ: What about Bonn and Holden?

TL: No comment.

[With Kidd escaping the pinfall, Bonn looks over to Holden who's beside
himself by now, demanding to enter the match himself. Shooting him a
dirty look Bonn keeps the pressure up on Jamie Kidd with a tilt-a-whirl
backbreaker and focusing on keeping Jamie Kidd grounded and on the
defense, flooring him with a heavy punch and then settles into a standing
chinlock. Again Holden needles his partner, and Bonn grimaces before
walking over to the corner and slapping Danny on the arm to tag out and
shut him up.

Holden climbs into the ring and informs Bonn that he's going to show him
how it's done before grabbing Jamie and delivering a hammerlock slam
right away. He keeps up the pressure on Kidd with an assault on his arm,
but can't quite keep him down as Jamie ducks a clothesline and nails
Holden with a spear tackle that rolls him up into a quick pin attempt of
his own. 1 -- 2 -- Holden escapes with a shoulder up, and battering Jamie
in the face with a pair of forearm shots gives him some breathing room
again. A non-plussed Nighthawk stares from the corner, and Holden catches
Jamie flush with a superkick under the chin that staggers him enough to
fall victim to a head and arm suplex takedown.]

TL: Ooh, that's the type of precision that's why Danny Holden believes he
truly is the greatest wrestler on earth. Jamie's going to be feeling that
for a while.

MW: It is, but it's also why Holden is probably the least liked wrestler
on the roster as well. Applying pressure to Kidd now with an armbar now,
but Jamie blocks a knee to the face. Down goes Holden now, and there's
some of the mat technique by the youngest member of the Kidd family.

TL: He comes by it honestly, that's one talented family as we saw earlier
tonight.

MW: A leapfrog now, Jamie Kidd turns and hits Holden with a spinning heel
kick to the side of the head! And looks for the tag!

CJ: Wait, is Malone actually asleep?

[Joey, on the apron and with his eyes closed, opens them as Jamie begins
again to chastise him. A slap square in the face is what comes next, and
as the crowd reacts with shock Malone barely makes a move, and instead
tells him to get his anger out and keep doing it. A second slap by a
dumbfounded Kidd, who's quickly rolled up from behind with a schoolboy by
Holden!






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Kickout! Both Kidd and Holden pop up, and kneestrikes into the bridge of
the nose have Holden getting the advantage right back. A double underhook
looks to be turned into a suplex takeover, but Kidd halts it just as he
leaves his feet, throwing his weight to displace it and backs himself to
the ropes, forcing the break from the referee. Holden is about to
complain to the referee when Jamie springs off the ropes the moment he's
released with a swinging clothesline!]

MW: There's another opening now, and Kidd finally makes the tag!

TL: They might be rusty, but once a team always a team.

CJ: Until you get slapped in the face.

[Malone steps into the ring, and still at a slower pace than we're used
to from him, he comes at Holden and catches him with a running
clothesline. Danny heads to the nearest corner, but Joey follows him in
and delivers a knife-edge chop before whipping Danny into the ropes and
on the rebound hits a belly-to-belly suplex. Just as Joey tries to make
the cover Holden hits him with a quick palm strike, and as he tries to
shake it off Danny rocks him with an uppercut as he makes it back to his
own feet. Throwing Joey to the corner, he delivers a pair of elbows to
the head and then tries to hook him for a tornado DDT, swinging out and
planting Joey on the top of his head. But where he lands is close enough
for Michael Bonn to reach in and tag Holden, bringing himself back into
the match to a HUGE POP! The Nighthawk immediately heads to the top rope
and leaps off, right over top of his partner and hitting hard with a
flying bodypress onto Overkill!]

MW: Don't forget about the number one seed in the title tournament,
Michael Bonn taking to the sky!

CJ: That's still a BS call as far as I'm concerned, Holden's the rightful
one seed.

TL: I'm sure Danny appreciates your support, Cody.

MW: Here's a cover by Bonn now!


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TWO!


















KIDD MAKES THE DIVING SAVE!

[With an axehandle drop into Bonn pushing him out of the cover, Kidd
saves his partner from the cover. All four wrestlers are in the ring and
as Joey returns to his feet in the corner Kidd grapples with Bonn and
tries to choke him on the ropes, but Bonn takes over with a reversal off
an Irish whip and nails Jamie with a tornado elbow, and follows up into a
monkey flip that sends Kidd straight into the clutches of Holden with a
German release suplex! As Kidd lands on his head, Overkill comes out of
the corner with a sprinting lariat. Bonn sees it coming though and
counters with a swinging crucifix driver, and its Joey's head striking
the turnbuckles in the corner. Bonn is up first, but bumps into Holden
who angrily confronts his partner again and tells him he's got it under
control.]

MW: Oh no, here we go again. The top two seeds are going nose to nose
here!

TL: Guys, you're in the middle of a match. Save it until the end!

MW: Here comes Joey Malone again, somehow he's back to his feet again
already. Holden with a shot to his head, Joey shrugs it off though.
Another one, no effect though.

CJ: Why is he shaking like that?

[Compared to the earlier portion of the match, Joey Malone is starting to
act like a new man. With every attempted punch by Holden it's just
shrugged off by Overkill, and even when Michael Bonn tries to deflate him
with a couple of shots it all has no effect. Joey finally blocks one of
the punches, and suddenly springs forward at both of them.]

MW: DIVING CLOTHESLINE BY JOEY MALONE, AND IT TAKES BOTH BONN AND HOLDEN
OFF THEIR FEET! GOOD LORD!

TL: Some kind of switch got flipped, here comes Overkill!

[With this newfound energy taking control Malone is a whirlwind, popping
right back to his feet and attacking each of his two opponents with
standing dropkicks before starting to spring off the ropes. For Holden
it's an asai moonsault. For Bonn it's a corkscrew press. A dazed Kidd
finally makes it back to his feet now, finding his tag team partner
having broken loose.]

MW: I don't know what's come over Joey Malone, it's like some sort of
Berserker Rage here!

TL: I told you not to count them out, all of a sudden Michael and Danny
are in trouble here.

[The longtime tag team partners are finally on the same page now as they
begin to isolate Bonn and Holden; Joey keeping Holden trapped in the
corner and delivering shoulders to the stomach as Kidd sets up a hard
whip to the opposite corner and Bonn hits with force. Even Jamie is
forced to sidestep Malone quickly as he tears across the ring and
delivers a wicked rolling cannonball into the Nighthawk, then pops back
up and runs back to deliver the same into Holden! The crowd is on its
feet for the Tasmanian devil-style antics, as Malone keeps on moving with
a flurry of attack. He jumps to the top rope and hits a skytwister press
on top of Holden, picks him up and tosses him to the outside apron. As
Jamie scoops Bonn up for a slam, the North Brookfield native is able to
deftly counter with headscissors that sends Kidd to the outside apron as
well.

Left in the ring are Bonn and Malone now, while Holden regains his
footing on the apron first and catches Kidd with a superkick to the face
that rattles him and leaves Kidd slumped against the outside ringpost. In
the ring Bonn dodges a charging Overkill and sends him to the
turnbuckles, but Joey deftly turns it into a leap to the top.]

MW: Big air by Malone! AND A STEP UP ENZUIGIRI KICK TO THE BACK OF THE
HEAD BY DANNY HOLDEN ROCKS HIM!

[Danny, having used Kidd's slumped form to propel himself up high enough
to blast Joey in the back of the head, sticks the landing on the apron
again and tosses Kidd to the floor. Meanwhile Joey is caught dazed by
Bonn who joins him on the top rope and lifts him up with a huge uranage
slam, dropping Malone to the mat while staying up there himself. He
steadies, and then leaps off into a 450 splash with height...



And crashes down on top of Overkill!















1!






















Bonn hooks the leg, as Holden realizes his partner is making the cover
and starts to make a move to steal the cover for himself.













2!



























3!


Holden nudges Bonn a moment too late, pushing him off but the match is
over.]

BC: Here are your winners, the team of "NIGHTHAWK MICHAEL BONNNNNNNNNN
AND DANNYYYYYYYY HOOOOOLLLLLLLDENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!

["Fly From The Inside" hits the PA system as the match is finally over,
but Bonn and Holden are soon both back on their feet and standing nose to
nose with one another. The referee tries to get in between them to raise
their arms, but the partners are more inclined to keep squaring off with
each other.

A weary Kidd crawls back into the ring and kneels next to his own
partner, Overkill, who's slowly trying to stir himself as well.]

MW: I don't even know what to say about what we just saw! Holden and Bonn
are your winners here, but you wouldn't know it by the way they're
staring at each other.

CJ: Just another case of Bonn trying to show up the rightful one seed
here. Danny Holden knows he's the best wrestler today and that eats away
at Bonn. It's probably the whole reason he's even come back!

[Cooler heads are prevailing... slightly, as Bonn and Holden's arms are
raised as they accept the win tonight, but the narrowed eyes and angry
words being shared between them show that this is far from over now.]

MW: Fans, that'll do it for us tonight here but we're well on the road
now to crowning the first ever L-PRO Heavyweight Champion! Four men left,
but only one of them are going to be able to be first! We'll see you
later!

[Fade to black.]